I Believe in ...

So, the question is. What do you believe in? I though the answer was easy. Words.
I have used words to capture feelings, thoughts, memories, or the color of sunsets, since I could remember. But more than just their ability to capture a reader, they are powerful, they can convey messages, create, or destroy, great nations. And once they are said, they can never be taken back.
Yes, words are wonderful and powerful things. But are they what I believed in? where what caused me to feel to think and to speak? or were they just what I used to convey those messages? and if they were, what did I believe? … I believed in many things, that much I knew. I believed in love and in life. I believe in trust, it can mean the world to someone, I believe that the smallest gestures can mean the most, I believed in so many things that I started to make a list. But Then I stopped before I started, because as I started that List I realized exactly what it was I believed in. 

PEOPLE

I believe the in the spirit of these human beings. Throughout time, throughout history. We haven risen up against oppressors, challenged the said laws, changed the surface of our world and even danced through the stars to take a stroll on the moon. We have always flirted with jumping off the cliffs edge, just to see if we can fly. This is what I believe. 
I believe in people, in the power of the human spirit, to stand for what's right against the wrong. To stand for the hurt and the oppressed, to change, to dare, to leap and to dance. I believe in doing the things we are told we 'can't' do, simply because they don't know what we can do. In the power of the human heart, to forgive, to understand, and mostly to love. In the power of the human voice. To speak aloud, to dance with danger in vocalizing ones belief, no matter the danger, no matter the sentence of death. To know that once you speak, your message is heard.

The power of human hands. To give, with their heart and a smile, to never judge, to hold close, and to feel. I believe in people. In their ever changing ways, in their love, life and hearts.

One thing that I don’t believe in is, Time machine.

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"L'amour, la lumière de nos jours Que voici de retour

Pour me faire voir tout en rose"
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

A new game called; "Time Warp"

To  play "Time Warp" all you have to do is imagine whatever circumstances you are dealing with isn't happen right now but a year from now. Then simply ask yourself. "Is this situation really as important as I'm making it out to be?"
Once in a great while it may be, but a vast majority of the time, it simply isn't.


Wether it be an argument with your friend, co-worker, or partner, a mistake, a lost opportunity, a lost wallet or a sprained ankle, chances are a year from now you aren't going to care. It will be one more irrelevant detail in your life. While this game won't solve all my problems, it gave me an enormous amount of needed perspective. I find myself laughing at things that I used to take far too seriously.
Now rather than using up my energy feeling angry and overwhelmed, I can use it instead on spending time with my closest friends or engaging in creative thinking. ❤ ❤ ❤

My response to Berjoe

If there's something every human being wants, it's love. Platonic love, romantic love, everyone wants to feel love, and everyone loves the tingly feeling they get from loving someone. But in the modern day and age, we have glorious SCIENCE to explain to us how things work, and when it comes down to it, love is nothing but hormones, chemicals and emotions. This is the argument of Berjoe who "don't believe in love" - "love is just a bunch of chemicals."

So?
Just because I understand that the sun is a big ball of exploding awesomeness doesn't make it any less beautiful, nor any less warm. Just because I understand photosynthesis, doesn't mean that it isn't as vital to the planet. If anything, understanding how things like this work make it even more beautiful to me - how incredibly complex and amazing things really are and how they work in harmony. Yes, love is nothing but sexual attraction, extreme like of another's personality, hormones, chemicals and instincts.... But does that make the feeling you get when you kiss your lover's lips any less special?

See, I understand that human life is nothing but noisy pieces of meat making sounds other pieces of meat understand - but life is like an onion. You have the core in the middle, which in this case would be "Humans = talking meat", and with that core, you can't really make much. But then you add layers upon layers upon layers - love, friends, experiences, sensations - and suddenly, you have enough onion layers to feed Africa. I understand that love is nothing but chemicals, but it's the layers around it - sensations, experiences, emotions - that make it worth having.


And then you have the people who say they don't "believe in love". By saying something so ass-sewn-to-head stupid, you are essentially saying "I don't believe in human relations". And friendship, family love and such is very much real - so why isn't romantic love? Aren't the feelings bubbling inside you real? See kids, you have to pick one of the two: "love is just a bunch of chemicals", or "love doesn't exist". The latter is like saying "Carbon doesn't exist." The former is stating a fact, but only the "onion core" of it.

I believe in love. The emotions, the sensations, the experiences, everything involved with it. The want to stay with someone till the end of time, the desire to stay in the person's proximity just a little while longer, everything included. 

"BUT J, LOVE DOESN'T LAST!!"

Of course it doesn't when couples aren't willing to put effort into it. If people can go through their entire life feeling depressed, or live their entire existence with the feeling that their right leg doesn't belong to them, why can't a feeling like love be sustained? All it takes is a little effort. Communication, doing activities together, letting your relationship grow and evolve instead of fearing of change - all those things are very important.


Love is nothing but chemicals. But hot damn, what a bunch of potent chemicals they are.


xoxo



What is this?

I have been trying to write something, anything, or whatever the whole day, but seems like I've lost the ability to pour the words out of my head at the moment. Maybe I'm just not sure about what to write or could it be that there are no words left in my head?. I can't really explain nor recognize the feelings I'm having.


There's actually nothing new for me, I've been here before (several times) and I pretty much know how things are gonna go from here. but what surprisingly new for me is, why am I so calm? shouldn't I be crushed, devastated, feeling hurt from picking up the shatters of my heart that broke into pieces? ....
should I be scared of my calmness? could it be me lying to myself?

As a normal human being of course I did shed a tear and cry when I am this hurt, but why is it different now? it only took me less than a minute crying my heart out, wiped the tears off, closed my eyes for a few seconds followed by taking a long deep breath and put a smile back on my face. but somehow it just don't feel right cos I think I should cry more. shouldn't I be glad to be able to ease the pain in such no time? is there something wrong with me? is it wrong at all? is this what you call maturing? but again, if I really have been here, I shouldn't asked so many questions, should I?


I think he's adorable


Ooooukey this is just the most cute "gombal" track ever
Love it ^_^

I chose to be the first one to act loving or reach out

So many of us hold on to little  resentments that may have stemmed from an argument, a misunderstanding, the way we raised, or some other painful event. Stubbornly, we wait for someone else to reach out to us. Believing this is the only way we can forgive or rekindle a friendship or a relationship.

I realized that whenever I hold on to my anger, I turn "small stuff" into really "big stuff". I start to believe that my positions are more important than my happiness. but they are NOT. I've learned that if I want to be a more peaceful person I have to understand that being right is almost never more important than allowing myself to be happy. The way to be happy is to let go and reach out. When I let other people be right, it doesn't mean I'm wrong ... I experienced the peace of letting go and the joy of letting others be right.
and I also notice that, as I reach out and let others be "right", they become less defensive and some of them even reach back. and for some reason, some of them don't. but that's ok. I kinda have the inner satisfaction of knowing that I have done my part to create a more loving world and I certainly feel more peaceful.

Have You Ever ..

Have you ever looked into someone's eyes, and for a moment you saw everything in their life and felt all of their pain? As though, for a moment they had let their stone walls and showed you how they felt, and they have no idea how it happened...or that it happened. All they know is that suddenly you seemed taken aback and a bit confused. You quickly shake it off and hope that they didn't notice too much and continue with their conversation?

  Have you ever overheard an argument so loud that you couldn't help but hear everything was said. Just two people arguing over nonsense and everything they're saying could easily be fixed but they're both hurt and broken and you don't know what to do, because it's not your battle. So awkwardly, you sit there and then hear that one statement, maybe because they're voice changed, or  it was a cluster of words put together that meant so much that it stung you to hear it and at that very moment you want to take them in your arms and heal all their wounds?

Have you ever seen someone sitting all alone, picking at their food, looking lost in their own little world, cutting their peas in half and eating them with a knife? Have you ever wanted to stand up and walk over to them, sit down in front of them because you know they need a friend. You never hear any trouble out of them, nothing could go wrong if you went and sat with them. But then, they might think you're weird if you sit in front of them, and your friends might think you're crazy for doing it...and You want so badly to go sit with him, and you know what you think, what you truly think but you ignore it because of what others think?

Good people + Disappointing situations = Why?

So,  you’re kind, fun, you’re loving, maybe attractive, perhaps, even successful. You figure that, with all your good qualities, dating should be a piece of cake, or life and relationships should be more effortless or rewarding. Except that’s not how it’s worked out for you, and deep down you wonder why.
I’ve come to discover that you don’t find happiness just because you’re attractive. You don’t get a healthy loving relationship just because you have a big heart or a big bank account. And you don’t fall in love simply because you deserve to.

Life doesn’t quite work that way. And that’s why sometimes it can seem unfair. But at closer look, life is fair enough - if you take responsibility for your own happiness.

Every person I’ve ever met who’s been able to move forward in life in a positive and fulfilling way have been able to do so once they understood that happiness is an acquired skill.
People, events and materials are things that can add to your happiness, but they are not the things to depend on in order to be happy.

There’s always something to complain about even in the best of times. And there’s always something to be happy about even in the worst of times. In either case, you have to choose to be happy, or you would never have a chance to be happy. So ultimately, happiness is a choice.

Location: Zürich District, Switzerland

The Curious Mind

Do you think? When was the last time you really sat down and thought about something? Was it a few minutes ago or a few months ago? Our society is so reliant on someone else thinking for them that we have become a co-dependent culture.


Did you watch the news today? Was some guy on a killing spree? A serial killer. Did you ever wonder if they felt any mercy for the person as they killed them, each one of them? Or may be they were merciless and they felt nothing. Or maybe, just maybe, they are a figment of your imagination.

Did you wake up this morning or are you still dreaming? Or are you possibly in a computer generated and controlled world that will keep you there until you wake up, like in the movie "The Matrix"?

Are people fond of you or do people hate you? Maybe as you were walking past that person this morning and you said hi and they smiled and waved back, they were just doing it to make you go away. Or maybe they have a crush on you.
Maybe, as i'm writing this blog, there was a subliminal message that said "FOOD" and so I thought I was hungry.

Is there really an afterlife or do you just die and cease to exit? a heaven? a hell? and ghosts.
Are they there? are they what give you the shivers when you're waking up in the middle of the night, wondering if someone is lurking under your bed? aliens? do they exist or they just some media generated piece of America's collection of dreams?


She's Trying


One of those nights when pain hits her, everything turns upside down. What once looked like a happy and cheerful girl, Is now shown as an emotionally unstable monster. Her cries heard through the hearts of her loved ones, her tears burning her eyes. She shakes cold and alone, breathing heavily and holding herself in her arms, in a fulfill attempt to stop the violent shaking. She chokes, gags, gasping for air, holding her chest that is in extreme pain, as she cries harder and harder, trying to catch her breath. She falls to the floor, her legs too weak to hold her any longer. Despair hangs in the air and silence overtakes the girl as she weeps herself to sleep.